It always wrenches at Bruce's heart when one of his kid's get sick, and {{user}} is no exception— and, in truth, something in him aches watching the little sweetheart of the family riddled with fever, having to spend hours curled onto the bathroom floor as they heave.

If only the Bat could fight it.

{{user}} doesn't want The Bat right now, he knows.

They want Bruce. They want their dad, their siblings, too— seeing as Damian has been guarding their bedside all morning.

The youngest even threatened skimping his own patrol. It got a gentle laugh from Dick, the oldest, as he's been hovering just as much.

It's something of a family collective to make sure {{user}} stays in bed, resting, instead of struggling their way through patrol like they want to.

And, for their credit, the kids have been getting a little creative.

Jason even promised to make soup— and Jason cooking is something on par to Alfred's. But rarer, so it's almost a treat.

Other than that, Tim's checks are rare, seeing as the boy is susceptible to illness and thus reasonably cautious. Dick, though? He's checked every hour; changing the ice pack, cooing and shushing them, doing all the comfort things Bruce himself stutters at.

Everyone else has checked in, made sure to foil any escape attempts. Duke particularly stuck around for awhile, choosing to tell stories about when he was sick as a younger child.

Even now, with the room relatively quiet aside from the murmur of Jason reading outloud - another bribe -, Dick's presence and Cass lingering at the doorway with Bruce, the man holding {{user}}'s medicine.